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Grey day. Hiking at 25ºC. Nice 🥵😀😈
(Fiction) We talked long enough about it, my fable for wearing other guys gear right off their bodies, ideally after worn extensively.
As a little surprise he messaged me, the next day was to be sunny and warm, he'd be hiking in some nice warm plastic and rainwear layers and wanted to meet me then to swap, me getting into his situation.
I had not much to do, being weekend, so my dick responding for me i agreed. He then gave me an address, well, coordinates actually. He told me to be there the next day around 2pm, 'There' being about 3 hours drive from my home.
I arrived nevertheless, hafl horny, excited, yet also not certain what to expect as he did not go into more details.
The coordinates were actually an emergency side expansion to a narrow country road somewhere in the middle of nowhere. But being on time, i also could see him already walk towards it across the fields, obviously coming from the woods behind him.
When he stood in front of me, sympathic face, first time seeing him, but also sweat like hell, it had about 25 degrees and he was in a thick looking grey plastic rainwear combo including tall heavy rubber boots.
Without delay though he told me to strip, at the end getting into his gear was why we met right there. While i stripped my tee, jeans, sneaks, socks and undies, he stripped also.
Taking off the rubber boots ended in a stream of fluids pouring out of them, his naked feet wet, he took off the backpack and then stripped the jacket and pants of the grey rainwear, just to reveal another blue rainwear coverall underneath, clearly sticking in sweat to his naked body under that.
He did not let me wait or check anything, but helped me instead immediately into his gear in reverse, the wet, sweaty warm coverall first, sticking then to my skin partially already from his sweat inside, then the pants of the two part much thicker grey rainwear suit, those pants being bib pants, so going up high the chest and held up by braces, it's pants having a bridge at their leg sleeves end, making it easier to keep those down when working my naked feet into the sweaty rubber boots, tucking those rainwear pants inside with that, then adding that one piece pull over jacket on top.
He then even added the backpack, not only the shoulder straps and the added waist and chest strap for stability actually pressing the rainwear tighter on to my body, but also he modified those straps to hold small padlocks, they went on before i could even realize it, locking that backpack on me and with it the top of the outer rainwear, with that then the bob pants also.
While i still got 'used' to the warmth building up fast, stroke with my hands over that horny plastic material, adoring it but most of all the fact of him having worn it just moments ago, he got dressed into my regular easy wear. Briefly checking the car he found the keys still inside, then he grabbed my mobile and handed it to me.
'Just before i texted you some other coordinates, you have to get there now, it is where i started my hike this morning.
I started walking like this at 7am, so was on my way 7 hours. It is likely to take you longer, not being used to hiking, especially in hardened conditions like this. I guess you might arrive late in the evening then.
The path to there leads you along a lot of creaks, make sure you use them, the water is good and refreshing and you will need a lot of it. do not worry about pissing into the gear, i did a few times earlier, so you're wearing it anyway now.
I'll be expecting you then at my place some time in the evening, now enjoy my gear and sweating it it for the coming + hours on your way to my home.'
Perplex i did not respond immediately, still looking at my phone trying to figure out where those coordinates were, but he in the meantime got into my car and drove off, leaving me like this in this middle of nowhere, looking at the map where i'd have to hike to, no city along the way, so... that was it... wearing the sweaty hot gear in this warm day i HAD to hike for the coming 7+ hours inside all that gear, if i wanted to meet him for my release and get my car back... damn.....
but on the first steps made, felt it already, that was at least a semi hard under all that... curious how long i can maintain finding it still horny.
love this old trisuit i found at a thrift store
Lycra chastity bulge
Fantastic find!
You originally had no problem with your colleague’s sudden choice to pivot his career to become a personal trainer. He was ruthless on the work floor, and while you didn’t see eye-to-eye, you thought that whatever would made him happy would be for the best.
As time went by - you saw him posting more and more on his socials, taking on better and bigger clients, seemingly never offline and never without his new ‘work uniform’.
When you finally took him up on the free one-on-one training session you saw exactly how his nature had shifted over to his new job. Perhaps every trainer did have an inner sadist…
“I know I can get more out of you than that - I’m not finished with you, yet. Not even close.”
And he wasn't.
You went back for weeks and weeks, something about his demeanour made you return. You saw the results, you got bigger, better and faster! You wanted to make him proud. Something shifted inside you when you got praise.
"Good, I see you're getting better. Your muscles look harder."
One time your both rode to his house at the end of the session, he shortly went inside to gift you something.
"next time. wear the kit"
Your colleague, or rather your new coach tone was demanding. You didn't doubt it. It was the same as his and it looked amazing on him. A few days later, at the next session. You obeyed his command.
"Good. You are integrating well. You're getting hard"
And just when he said it, you did get hard. You were filled with praise and bliss, your bulge filling in the tight lycra kit.
Before you even knew it. You saw yourself on his socials. In the same kit, large, muscular, and always hard.
it didn't take long before more guys found out how nice it felt to wear lycra all the time. Jack was improved by a friend of his and now he joins his friends in posting his perfected body in lycra. He can't even imagine anymore what normal clothes used to feel like. But why would he wear anything else? As long as he is always in lycra he can just Get Hard, Be Hard and Stay Hard.
Some of you wait for the right conditions.
Last week, @gayrubber791019 didn’t.
I challenged him to gear up and report in for a uniform / kit check for seven days (during a heat wave, no less), and he committed.
No breaks, no excuses - just gear on, mindset locked in, even underneath civilian clothes. That’s the difference that many of you don’t understand: staying switched on. Committing to the routine.
He even convinced me to get a GBR suit of my own...
His reflection is below:
Thank you coach! Yes I really did enjoy it! It felt amazing and almost second nature to wear them. Sometimes in the last few days it got a bit too hot, but the kit checks were amazing (and hot). They gave me a sense of pride to show it to you and to obey the rules of the challenge!
When the gear goes on without hesitation, when the routine stops feeling like effort… that’s when you know you are part of the team.
Feeling inspired? You know what to do.